glide along the Milky Way of its satiny lining
past asteroids of pennies and dimes, orbit around
her bowling pin key chain until my hand
touches the surface of the white disk
with silvery scrolls and a six-petal flower.
I pull it out, release the clasp and breathe in
a rush of Noxzema sweetness,
the scent of her cheeks.
I unfurl her favorite hankie of nebulous blue
edged with tiny sunflowers, discover the imprint
of her kiss red as the surface of Mars. With a snap,
I free a plastic rain bonnet from its pouch, giggle
as it expands into a bouffant of pink polka dot
planets that float over the foil wrappers
of Wrigley's spearmint gum
shimmering like stars.
© byDonna Pflueger.
Used with the author’s permission.